The Distant Threshold

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The wood of the doorframe exhaled, a slow, wet breath that smelled of rot and old blood, as Elias pressed his shoulder against the grain. He was thirty years old, a scribe of modest rank in the King’s service, and he stood before the ancestral home of the Ashworth line, a place that had been sealed for a generation. He needed to cross this threshold to reach the royal court, to present the debt...

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